No Regrets. Cindi MyersЧитать онлайн книгу.
ready for you now.” The manicurist waved Lexie over to her table, next to the one where Ellen sat.
“Great.” She reached for her usual pink polish, then hesitated and impulsively grabbed a bottle of bright red dubbed Hot Tomato. The new, bolder version of Lexie was definitely a hot tomato kind of gal.
“How are you today?” the manicurist asked, her words a pleasant singsong.
“Bored.” She gave an exaggerated sigh and glanced toward Ellen. “I’m new in town and my husband’s away so much with his business. I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Her attempt to draw Ellen into conversation worked. “What does your husband do?” she asked.
“He works for a software developer.” A safe enough choice, since Denver was riddled with high-tech firms, despite the tech bust a few years ago. “We haven’t been married all that long,” she continued. “We met at a fund-raiser in Houston a few years back and were immediately attracted to each other.” She shook her head. “I used to laugh at women my age who dated men old enough to be their fathers, and then it happened to me.”
“I know just what you mean.” Ellen managed a small smile. “My husband is fifteen years older than I am.”
“Mine is almost twenty years older, but you’d never know it to look at him. I think that’s what attracted me to him. He was so dynamic and sure of himself.” Amazing how glibly the lies rolled off Lexie’s tongue. Within a matter of seconds she’d created an elaborate fantasy for herself and her mythical spouse.
“Other hand, please.”
“Oh, sure.” She gave her other hand into the manicurist’s care. “Of course my family thought I was crazy to marry him and move to Colorado. Some days I wonder if they weren’t right. I mean, not that I don’t love him—I really do. But he’s gone so much and here I am.” She shrugged.
“Yes, that can be difficult.” Ellen turned her attention back to her manicurist. “A little rounder shape, please.”
Lexie’s smile faltered. So much for becoming best buddies with Ellen Wittier. She’d been polite, but no more. Lexie would have to think of another approach.
“How short you want?” The nail tech’s question distracted her.
“Oh, that’s fine right there. Thank you.”
“You say your husband is older than you?” the tech asked.
“Yes.”
“Mine is older, too.” The tech nodded, then rubbed the third finger of Lexie’s left hand. “You no wear ring?”
Lexie felt heat rise to her face. Damn! She’d forgotten all about a ring. “Uh, I never wear it when I have a manicure,” she said. “I’m too afraid I’ll take it off and then leave it behind.” She chuckled, and didn’t have to fake nervousness. “I’m still so new at this marriage thing.” She glanced toward Ellen, who was gazing out the front window of the shop, her expression blank. “I just wish my husband could be home more.”
“It is difficult when the two of you have to be apart so much.” Ellen turned toward her again. “It gets a little easier after a while.”
Does it? Lexie remembered the lonely woman who’d wandered the empty loft and then lain across the bed, crying on Friday night. “You sound like you might have a little experience,” she said. “Does your husband travel in his work, too?”
Ellen nodded. “Yes. It gets lonely sometimes, but it’s made me really appreciate the time we have together.”
“I wish my husband stay away more.” Lexie’s nail tech rubbed the buffing block vigorously over Lexie’s nails. “He under foot all the time.”
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